Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.